Gossip - Confess lyrics

And all the people there Are sheltering from the cold winds On the crest of the big bleak hill And Mary's got an argument The argument's quite loud And the shouting's entertainment To the other folk around And the gossips been getting out of hand It's a ruthless old sound And no ones out there working 'Cos there's none to be found And when the steam builds up inside you And there's no place to fall Well, there is nothing quite as harmful As the slow moving day It's a town that they make films about Because the bleak's quite beautiful When the light and the delicate features Are captured very still And so much far all the history The martyrs and the kings When the fight that was the good fight Was the fight that you didn't win And all the people there Are sheltering from the cold winds ...